hear the rains

lights off

shirts on

playing twenty questions

like only thirty somethings can

casting off 

catching on

to the hints dropped 

between beers and darts

he won two out of three

and left me smiling

lights on

shirts off

queer kin

my people are salt and fire
they feed me joy 
and ask for nothing in return
my people are raspberry mornings
the breathe truth
and keep my head above water
my people are red dirt and black feathers

mister aquarius (haiku)

cut my lip on silk
promises he never kept
bled out on roses

cold bones

remember rage raked through ribcages

wrecked by wanting

wounded by your wanton ways

waste me 

taste me

only to spit me out 

and grind me back

into gutters

stuttering

shuddering and shaking off the

callow curse of your caress

this flesh

is 

fallow